Charlotte's hand remained around my arm as we watched the man disappear into the crowd, and something cold settled in my stomach because there was no reason for him to photograph my father unless he wanted information about him.
"Stay here." I told Charlotte, and I handed my clipboard to her.
"Paige, what are you going to do?" She asked.
"I'm going to find Derek." I said.
I turned toward the parking lot, but Derek was already moving.
He had been standing near the edge of the event, watching the crowd while pretending to listen to Mason's conversation, and the second Charlotte pointed toward the street, he followed her line of sight.
Derek's expression changed immediately.
He touched the radio clipped to his vest and said something quietly before moving through the crowd.
I followed
